I’ve been trying to get into a routine of going for a morning walk. It’s not far, just basically climbing a hill near home, sitting down on a bench at the top pretending to enjoy the view but really trying not to pass out because I’m terribly unfit, then back down.
Well, guess what used to be in that patch of dirt? Yep, my bench.
Who suddenly took it away? No idea. For what purpose? Beats me.
Now I just have to defiantly sit on the grass next to it and dare anyone to comment.
Hmph.
What’s grinding your gears today?
Dual benefit of a walking stick/seat combo.
This reminded me of an old rant I have, if legacy rants are allowed.
In a job I had many years ago I met a Lord. An actual Lordy Lord. He used one of these things frequently, but it’s not part of the rant.
Where I worked sold stone, big slabs of stone for using as big slabs of stone. He came to us on a particularly rainy day and asked me to show him around the yard. I look out the window, rain is pelting the floor and ricocheting back into the sky. We go outside. He had an umbrella, I did not. He did not offer to share.
So around the yard we go, and I show him all the stone. When we reach the last one he turns to me and says “perhaps I’ll come back when it’s not raining”.
I feel like his actions here were carefully calculated just to see what the plebs will put up with.
On a different occasion when we were selling Christmas trees his groundskeeper came to us and asked for a free tree for the Lord.
They weren’t the same of course but we found it funny because the Lord owned the woodlands behind the shop. He didn’t get a free tree.
I like the way you think! Plus this would complete my transition into officially middle aged.